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The Cornell Reading-Courses 

 ANOTHER AMERICAN'S SONG OF MEMORY 



THE OLD OAKEN BUCKET 



lee - tion pre - sents them to 

 spot which my i-u - fan- cy 



view! (The wide-spreading pond, and the mill that stood 

 knew, ( The cot of my fa - ther, the dai - ry house 



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by it. The bridge and the rock where the cat - a - ract full. The old oak-en 

 nigh it, And e'en the rude buck - et that hung in the well. 



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buck-et;the i - ron-bound buck-et, The moss - cover'd buck-et — that hung in the well. 



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2 That moss-coveved bucket I hailed as a treasure. 



For often at uoon, when returned from the field. 

 I found it the source of an ex(iuisite pleasure. 



The purest and sweetest that nature can yield 

 IIow ardent I seized it, with hands that were glowing, 



And quick to tljo white-pelibWd bottom it fell. 

 Then soon, with the emblem of trutJi overthwin;;. 



And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well. 

 The old oaken bucket, the irou-lH>uii(l bucket. 

 The moss-covered bucket arose from the well, 



3 How sweet from the green, mossy brim to receive it. 



As, poised on the curb, it inclined'to my lips! 

 Not a full-Mushing goblet could tempt me to leave it. 



Tho' filled with the nectar that Jujiiter sips. 

 And now. far removed from the loved habitation. 



The t<;ar of regret will intrusively swell. 

 As fancy reverts to my father's plantation. 



And sighs for the biicket that hung in the well. 

 The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, 

 The moss-covered bucket which bangs in the well. 



